CHAPTER VIII
THE SEARCH FOR SPIRITUAL GUIDANCE
That’s enough. I'm too tired, I must absolutely find a way to get to sleep. And besides, what am I thinking? Carpetti's guide certainly cannot be a priest. So where the hell did his mentor go? What's his name? How will they meet? Damn, damn, damn! I should go out to get some air, I've been locked up here for days and I risk going crazy. And besides, all this effort to write about tramps, and in the end I don't even like the way it turned out... almost as if I’m not the person who wrote it! Franco thought.
He tore himself away from the typewriter to go to the bathroom, and as he returned to the study he passed through the kitchen and opened the bar cabinet. The beer was finished, so without a second thought he opted for the bottle of whiske
